This Thing I Call Life

Sometimes when I'm sleeping,
My mind will glance a thought of you,
We're sharing the same memories,
But nothing's ever true.

You're begging for sympathy,
I lie myself to sleep,
I cry every night,
While you also weep.

What kind of life is this?
Nothing but tears and sorrow,
There's nothing left me,
Just waiting for a better tomorrow.

I'll sleep away this pain,
I carry on my back,
I stumble and fall,
With everything I lack.